Brain v. taste buds
What is up with this craving? Why do I want a Little Debbie Swiss Roll? It’s not food. I think it’s made from unicorn hiccups and kitten giggles, with a dab of HFCS and hydrogenated palm oil. Look at it, so smug, just sitting there being delicious.
While cutesy, these things won’t help me shred my pecs or shrink my hinder. After 1 minute of yummy noises and 10 minutes of jubilant dancing, a Little Debbie Swiss Roll will create the sugar crash beast within me to eat the adorableness out of the world.
Why can’t I just enjoy that pear that’s in my fridge? Look how pretty, like nature painted it with glittery gold/green paint. I would absolutely love to be craving that pear. I just think she’s outta my league.